A/N: Hello! I decided for this chapter I'd focus on the Scott/Rogue relationship. It's the start of Scott's wrath. I did give you a lot of Romy last chapter. And I will flutter some Romy in here. But I just love this song! It's new Ignorance by Paramore!
Thanks to my lovely beta chica de los ojos cafe for editng and also reviewing the last chapter.
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If I'm a bad person,
You don't like me.
Well I guess I'll make my own way,
It's the circle,
A mean cycle.
One week into their engagement, things were looking up for our southern couple. Rogue and Remy had decided to stay in her room together for the first week since they'd missed each other so much. After a long talk with the professor, Rogue would be helping with kitchen duties and Remy would be dividing danger room sessions with Logan. Rogue soon settled into a routine and as the week swept by she and Remy hardly saw each, except at night.
The thing she found people asking her a lot was why she had left the mansion. She couldn't bring herself to tell them that it was because Scott hurt her. Even though he was seeing her, he was dating Jean at the same time too. Speaking of Scott, he'd become very cold and distant towards her. Or just when she was with Remy.
In team meetings he never regarded Remy or even acknowledged Remy was on the team. He would talk to Rogue but he regarded her with a cold reverence. Then yesterday the X-Men were informed of a mutant girl they needed to pick up. The trip would take three days. Scott had chosen Remy, Jean and Kitty to go fetch the girl. No one knew why all three was needed but Scott had a sudden temper these days.
I can't excite you anymore.
Where's your gavel, your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me,
Well sentence me to another life.
She was now sitting in the kitchen, reading an article after having just finished cooking dinner. She heard someone enter and looked up. She rolled her eyes as Scott came in. She put down her magazine and watched as he sat down opposite her at the table.
"Hey."
"Hi," she muttered unenthusiastically.
"You okay?"
"Ya sent away my fiancé unnecessarily. So no."
"Remy wanted to join the team, Rogue."
"But it's just a pick-up. Why send three team members?"
"My team, my rules."
"Whatever."
"So, wanna talk about it?"
"What?"
"Your stripper days."
"Exotic dancer, and no, it's not any of yer business."
"You can tell me. You haven't told your fiancé about your past. But you need to tell someone. I know you."
She looked down at the counter. He didn't know her, but he was half right. She needed to tell someone, and deep inside she was too ashamed to tell Remy. As much as she loved him, she didn't need to bother him with the gory details. He knew what she had done but only faintly.
"It wasn't that bad Scott. Ah danced every night ta take the pain away. Ta fo'get how ya used meh. Just being free was good. Ah never slept around or pranced around naked."
"So, what happened after?"
"Got a better offer from a guy who just wanted meh ta work at his bar. No funny business."
"But both times you couldn't leave?"
"Actually the second one Ah could. And did. The first one was a trap. Traps are sticky situations."
"Why didn't you stay here?"
"How many times must Ah say this?! Ya hurt meh. Ah left. Simple. Shit happened. Then Ah met Remy."
"Yeah, yeah spare me the details."
"Remy accepts my past. Ya so easily condemn it."
"You had other options. Still do."
She swept her chair back and stood up.
"Ya, of all people, have no reason ta judge meh."
She then stormed out of the room.
Don't wanna hear your sad songs.
I don't wanna feel your pain,
When you swear it's all my fault.
Cause you know we're not the same.
Yeah!
We're not the same
Yeah!
No we're not the same,
"But Ah miss you."
"Miss y' too Chere. I'll be 'ome tomorrow afternoon."
"Ah'm counting the seconds. Ah love ya."
"Je'taime mon cherie."
She giggled and put down the phone. It was the second day and while she promised she wouldn't call Remy, she had to break her own promise. She looked around and spied the files she been looking through. She was in the rec room, looking at fabric samples for her wedding. Suddenly a song drifted from the stereo. She listened carefully. The files fell out of her hands as she was pulled up and taken into someone's arms. She looked up and saw Scott grin at her before twirling her around. She glared at him.
"It's our song. Remember? "Come What May", that night we watched Moulin Rouge—"
"And ya promised ya'd never hurt meh. Shit happens."
"Oh come on Marie."
She snapped. She ran to the stereo and punched it. Again, again, and again. The electrical equipment fizzled and then with a pop died. She smirked and turned to him. His mouth was open in shock.
"Don't play yer sad shit. Ah am not sorry that we're over Scott Summers. There is no our song. We are not the same in any way."
Yeah, the friends who stuck together.
We wrote our names in blood,
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good,
It's good
It's good
"We were the same once. And still are in a way—"
"Don't do this—"
He was near her again. His arms encircled her, a bone crushing hug.
"We both know about control. How hard it is to get. We made a deal, remember? When you first came here. What was it?"
She lowered her eyes but her mouth seemed to be moving without her control.
"That together we'd learn control."
"Exactly."
"Ah learned control."
"I know, I envy you."
She looked up, surprised. Her expression softened and she touched his cheek.
"Oh Scott. Can't the professor…"
She tapped her bracelet. He shook his head.
"That was made specifically for you. I can't control my mutation because something's wrong in here."
He tapped the side of his head. She sighed and pulled out of his embrace. He stroked her cheek and leaned in closer. She tried to pull away but his grip tightened.
"Why won't you admit you still love me?"
"Ah don't."
"You're lying."
She sighed again and pulled away forcefully and took more steps back, distancing herself from him.
"Things change."
Then she walked away quickly before he could confront her.
Well you treat me just like another stranger.
Well it's nice to meet you sir.
I guess I'll go.
I best be on my way out.
She bounded down to breakfast the next day excited that Remy would be home in an hour. As she arrived she smiled at everyone. She took a seat next Logan leaving an empty seat beside her. She poured herself cereal and froze as Scott sat down next to her. She tried to keep calm so that Logan wouldn't worry about her. She put down the cereal box and smiled at Scott.
"Morning."
She waited but he ignored her. He simply reached over her and took the cereal. She blinked in surprise and then shrugged. But as breakfast progressed he said not a word to her. She found it extremely childish that he was acting this way. Once she was done she stood up. Ororo stood to.
"Don't worry 'Ro. Ah'll clean up."
"Actually you should head down to the hanger. Jean said they'd be here in ten minutes."
Rogue bit back a squeal of delight. She handed the dishes to Storm. Soon everyone else was finishing up.
"Rogue, if you could just hand me Scott's plate before you go," asked Ororo.
"Who is Scott?"
She bit back a laugh as Logan dropped his fork with a clatter. Most people stared at her, mouths hanging. The professor merely sighed. She turned to Scott.
"Oh are ya new? Nice ta meet ya. Excuse meh. My fiancé is on his way."
She took Scott's empty bowl from his hand, passed it to 'Ro and then skipped out the kitchen.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Rogue waited eagerly in the hangar. Her heart lifted as the jet landed. Scott, Piotr, and the professor came in behind her. She glared at Scott before turning back to the front. The jet doors opened and she waited. Kitty was out first with a little girl with blue hair, wrapped up tightly in a blanket. They came down and headed to the professor.
"Hello Rose, I'm Professor Xavier and—"
She heard no more as the swish of a trench coat caught her eye. She smiled and launched forward. As she fell into him he caught her and wrapped her in a tight embrace. She let out a choked sob.
"Remy."
He chuckled and moved back so that he could see her face. One hand let go of her waist as he wiped a tear that had escaped.
"Chere, I was only gone three days. Less actually."
"Felt like a lifetime."
He lifted her chin and gently pulled her closer. His lips brushed ever so softly against hers. She pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.
"Gambit," called a cold voice.
Rogue moaned but pulled away. Jean and Scott stood waiting for them. They probably had another team meeting now. She took Remy's hand and smiled at him. He smirked and raised an eyebrow at Scott.
"Jealous, One-Eye?"
"Team meeting now."
Then Jean and Scott turned and walked on. She and Remy followed behind. She leaned into him and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. As they walked she watched how Scott and Jean walked. Jean tried to get closer to Scott but he simply walked on. Was Scott that ignorant that he didn't see how much Jean loved him? How much Rogue didn't?
This is the best thing that could've happened.
Any longer and I wouldn't have made it.
It's not a war.
No, it's not a rapture.
After the boring and unnecessary meeting, Remy left for his danger room session while Rogue lay outside by the school swimming pool, in nothing but a small black bikini. It was time for her pale snow skin to feel the sun. She sighed and checked her watch. Remy's class should have ended an hour ago. Most of the children had gone on a field trip while mostly the young adults spent their days studying.
She remembered the days when she was here there were so little children, but now more and more children were born with the mutant gene. It was better that they were here than on the street. There weren't many options for a mutant alone in the city. She knew first hand. When she had accepted table dancing in exchange for touch, she never considered how trapped she'd feel. She thought some prince with red glasses would come to sweep her away from her prison. But she grew up and realized that waiting for fate was impossible.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She was happy now. And speaking of happiness, she felt two strong hands on her shoulders, massaging lightly.
"Hey sugah."
"Chere y' 'ave no idea what y' doing t' me."
His head bent so that he could kiss her ear, his massage becoming slower and more tantalizing.
"Ah know exactly what Ah'm doing ta ya," she whispered.
She lifted her hands to his head and drew him in for a kiss. He moved so that he was sitting on the lounge chair and she was on his lap. She loved how his hands ran up and down her naked back. As his hand grabbed her bikini string she laughed and pulled back.
"Ah still plan ta swim, swamp rat. Besides we need ta be in our room before we do that."
She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. He chuckled and kissed her nose.
"Off you go river rat."
She climbed off his lap and went to the edge of the pool. She wiggled her hips and then jumped in. The water felt cool and wonderful on her heated skin. She did a few lengths, reminding herself how to swim. She hadn't been in a pool since before her mutation. She sighed once she felt relaxed. As she gazed at the end of the pool Remy was still sitting there, just watching her. She smiled and climbed out.
"Much better," she sighed.
She checked her watch and groaned. She wrapped her towel around herself and kissed his cheek.
"Ah have ta go change. Ah'm going ta help the new girl with some of her homework."
"Til tonight, Chere."
A shiver ran down her spine as she watched his eyes become more intense. She smiled and then hurried to their room to change.
I'm just a person, but you can't take it,
The same tricks that, that once fooled me.
They won't get you anywhere.
I'm not the same kid from your memory.
Well, now I can fend for myself.
She stood in her underwear trying to find a dress that actually fit her. She forgot how skinny she used to be. She rummaged through the collection of clothes Kitty had picked up for her at the mall the other day. Finally she found a blue dress among the fountains of bright colors. It was a dark blue with a knee line skirt. She slipped it on and twirled around.
"Beautiful."
She turned around and snarled.
"Summers."
"Oh come on Marie. You and I are on first name terms."
"After ya ignored meh this morning. Ah think not."
"I brought you something."
He pulled out a thin white scarf. It was the one he had bought her when she first came to the school. It was how they shared their first kiss. She shook her head trying to suppress the memories. Maybe a long time ago that scarf would have made her love him. But not anymore.
"That old thing? No thanks. No need."
"I looked for you."
"Ah don't need this. Ah'm engaged."
"Me too."
"But Ah'm in love!"
He smiled and moved closer. She raised her hand to slap him but he caught it.
"Me too," he whispered.
"Scott—"
He smiled and kissed the palm of her hand.
"That's one of your favorite places to be kissed. Does Gambit know that?"
She pulled her hand away.
"Ah'm not a little scared girl anymore. So stop these games yer playing."
She stormed out of the room.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Rogue sat with Rose, staring out the window. She was trying to concentrate on helping the younger girl but her mind was too preoccupied. Why was Scott getting under her skin? She didn't love him and right now she couldn't stand him. He refused to believe that maybe he was wrong in everything. He couldn't see that Jean was in love with him, not her. Had he not told her when she confronted him that night that she was nothing? That he wanted Jean. What was wrong with him?
Forgetting where she was she slammed her fist on the table. Rose dropped her pen. Rogue grimaced and then offered an innocent smile to the teen.
"Sorry sugah, Ah'm not mad at ya."
"Okay."
"Here let's see what ya've done."
Rose handed Rogue her work. She marked it and smiled.
"Full marks. Well done."
"Miss Rogue?"
"Yes?"
"Can I know your real name?"
Rogue frowned and thought about it. Then smiled, realizing that maybe it was time people knew anyway.
"It's Marie. Anna Marie. And feel free to call meh that any time."
Rose smiled and skipped out. Scott who was sitting on the couch at the other end of the room had an expression of anger on his face.
Well you treat me just like another stranger.
Well it's nice to meet you sir.
I guess I'll go.
I best be on my way out.
"Something wrong Scott?"
Scott stood up abruptly and came over to her. He grabbed her arm in a tight vice like hold and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"I'll leave you alone then. I'll ignore you 'cause that's what you want."
"Scott yer hurting meh."
"But don't think I've given up. You love me as much as I love you. You're just too stubborn to realize it."
"I love Rem—"
She cried out as he tightened his grip.
"You will love me again. Don't forget, you were mine to begin with."
He released her and walked out. She rubbed her arm.
"Hey Scott. You seen Rogue?" came Kitty's voice from the corridor.
Rogue listened and heard no reply.
"I'll take that as a no."
Rogue heard footsteps and then Kitty bounded in.
"Oh Rogue, there you are! Been looking everywhere for you. Remy's cooking dinner! I slipped a taste and oh my god you are like so lucky. He is the best chef. By the way, what's up with Scott? Rogue? Hello?"
"It's nothing Kitty."
"You sure?"
Rogue took a deep breath and smiled at Kitty.
"Yeah, let's just… Ah'm going ta see Remy."
"Okay, it's so cute how you can't be without him. Want me to come with you?"
"No, Ah'll just go."
"Be careful of the grumpy fearless leader."
"Ah know."
Scott's angry expression flashed in her mind, her arm still burning.
"Ah know."
A/N: Hehe be of the evil Scott Summers. Can you feel the angst? Will Rogue tell Remy? Will Scott break them up? And just what is Remy cooking? Find out next time!
Reviews make Scott calm done and makes Rogue love Remy. No reviews makes Scott blow up the whole mansion with everyone inside. Then I'll be stuck with just Logan. Once he pieces himself together.
